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Percy Shelley

Percy Shelley

To William Shelley. Thy Little Footsteps on the Sands

Thy little footsteps on the sands
Of a remote and lonely shore;
The twinkling of thine infant hands,
Where now the worm will feed no more;
Thy mingled look of love and glee
When we returned to gaze on thee—

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